I am so excited to
announce that I am participating in the SIZZLING SUMMER GIVEAWAY hosted by
YA Bound!!
Plus! I also have a special excerpt from ETHAN, by author of the Brightest Kind of Darkness Series, P. T. Michelle!
ETHAN (BRIGHTEST KIND
OF DARKNESS Prequel)
Ethan
Harris never thought monsters and darkness would consume his daily thoughts,
but every night the same visions repeat in his dreams. He's careful to project
a semblance of normalcy, keeping the suffocating darkness locked inside. As
much as he wishes he could focus on girls, sports, and cars like other
seventeen-year-olds, nothing distracts him from his own demons or shines
through.
Until Nara Collins crosses his path. The blonde fascinates and intrigues him,
giving him a measure of peace he's never felt before.
When Ethan discovers there's more to Nara than she allows others to see, that
she might have a unique secret of her own, suddenly his world comes into focus.
*Excerpt*
Blue
Ridge’s main office bustles with activity as I slip into a chair next to the
door, crushing my schedule in a tight grip. Being surrounded by so many people
in close quarters always makes me tense. I barely register the blur of students
needing late slips or parent volunteers signing in for the morning. My head is
still hurting from my nightmares, and now my ears are ringing as I quickly
brush pebble dust from the cemetery’s main entrance off the side of my shoe.
It’s not like I didn’t expect the nightmares. It’s just that I’d thought I was
learning to handle them better. So much for that theory. I couldn’t go back to
sleep, so I left the house early and stopped by the cemetery to check Marcus’
mother’s headstone for a toy car. I made a promise and plan to keep it for as
long as necessary.
Ten
minutes later, as soon as the last person files out, the secretary starts to
turn to me when a blonde girl strolls through the door, breezing past my chair.
“Hi,”
she says, flicking her gaze at me briefly before addressing the secretary.
“Morning, Ms. Cresh.”
“Good
morning, Nara.” The older woman chuckles. “What does Mr. Hallstead need this
time? That man can never keep up with his paperwork.”
I
blink rapidly. Instead of blurring like everyone else does, in the brief second
the girl looked at me, her features barreled through my headache, standing out
in vivid clarity: bright green eyes, high cheekbones, and a wide smile. When
the buzzing in my ears fades, I instantly straighten to watch her.
“You
know him so well. Mr. Hallstead sent me to get more copies of the permission
slips for the class field trip to Jamestown next week. He’s run out and a few
students still need to turn theirs in.”
Mr. Hallstead?
Sounds familiar. I skim the schedule in my hand. He’s the teacher of the
History class I’m here to switch out of so I can take the art class that’s only
offered in the fall.
Ms.
Cresh hands her a stack of papers and once the girl leaves, the secretary
smiles my way. “Okay, Mr. Harris. Now that the morning chaos is over, bring me
your schedule and let’s make that switch to the class you wanted.”
Standing,
I fold my schedule and tuck it into my back pocket. “Thanks, Ms. Cresh, but I
think I’ll just leave it as is. I’ll take the art class next year.”
Her
brow furrows. “Are you sure? It’s not a problem to switch it for you. We want
your experience here to be a positive one.”
Sympathy
hangs in her tone, but I shake my head and let my gaze follow the blonde
passing by the picture window as she walks down the hall. She’s on the slender
side and taller than the average girl, probably around five seven or eight. My
lips quirk at her indoor soccer shoes peeking out from the bottom of her jeans.
An athlete, huh? “I’ve always wanted
to go to Jamestown,” I murmur.
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